Naseeb ki barshein

...it was her first day in the university,  studying in the department of journalism  and writing  columns in the newspapers  was her ultimate dream but her this dream wasn't coming up  and today she was  feeling her dream was come true,  she enthralled in that  rapturous moment savoring  it

She sat very close to the door  therefore  every one entering the  room had to walk past her,  it was right here on these seats by the door her mother and father had   completed their  degrees in journalism 

Tgat was Abadallaslam  khursheed mehdi Hasan and waris mir Era and they all contemporaries  now that  Era was over,  with  new masters   students and their times also had changed  yet the building remained the same 

Sir fayaz had come in to the class room  and started  roll call one by one introductions were made 

Faiza masood jami

She introduced herself  , her abba nasood jami was also a student here 

Are you  masood jami s daughter 

, sur fayaz s voice  reverberated with  respect,  so happy to have you here as a student,  wishing you  would prove  your father's  daughter 

Absolutely installation her voice  was strong with hopeful  trust 

The first two rows were  for the girls,  the boys  occupied  the right  side benches  and all the  vacant seats were  filled with boys but this trend in this course was    overuled and both gender students  divided the classroom fifty fifty  in two equal halves 

She was  engrossed in her thoughts  when her reverie was  shattered by a female voice from the  last seat  introducing herself  roshni farhan

Faiza  wanted  to turn around to see that girl but how could she break discipline in the class in the presence of the master and turn to see the speaker 

page 65

.....aren't you being obstinate about nothing, 

Busted angrily  nayman,  it had been a week long argument,  ranzan excitement was at it's peak,  preparations for the eid were almost done,  immediately after eid were  starting the wedding functions of faza , he had planned a long leave from his office  to  peacefully  attend arrange  and manage his sister's  wedding , he could  also be with his brother sister and mother for eid but nazta  obstinately refused to celebrate eid anywhere except  at home,  to reach Lahore just a day before the wedding function,  whereas he didn't want to appear  a stranger at his darling  dear little sister's wedding  but nazya was stubborn  not giving in, he had tried to  make her see sense but she wouldn't agree 

It wasn't  obstinacy  it is  ethical infact  it was her right she argued,  she never interfered with  his matters or meddle with in laws,  she always gave them the  respect they deserved  and got respect in return  but it wasn't right to take undue advantage of her  gentleness,  she was quite articulate her tone serious 

from previous

....it was the last  week of July   heatwave  on its superlative  climax,  without  air conditioning  life was completely impossible,  be had just finished his task and got up from the computer  that his attention was  drawn to  some sudden dropping sound  outside,  he walked towards the front door  to open it and  take  a peek outside,  he went a but further  to check the side lane  that lead to the  back lawn,  there was  a  stairway going upstairs  in the middle  of whose door was  wide open,  he  took a few more steps forward,  he  could smell a most  intoxicating sandalwood  scent , he slowly began walking forward,  that peculiar scent  was  coming out through that open door,  curiosity  made him  look  carefully inside,  spiral stairway  was going upstairs and the  scent  was carried downstairs from upstairs  on the  flowing airwaves 

He  put his foot slowly forward in the direction,  the sandalwood scent sharpened,  he kept on moving forward,  at the end of the spiral stairs the door was  open  , he could see clearly the scene inside the room,  from the door he could see  nobody there,  he walked towards the center of the room  though it was  strictly wrong  but  his curiosity got over him 

The upstairs rooms were exactly positioned as the downstairs rooms he occupied with his family but here the wall to wall red carpet was  spread  on the floor,  the  most expensive sofas were arranged   in a neat style,  there was  a long center table placed in the  center with showpiece  decorated on it,  the windows that opened in the courtyard were  heavily curtained,  the whole  area smelled of sandalwood,  he  stood there in surprise,  the kitchen door was shut,  all the  rooms on the right side and left side were also shut 

from previous

...he turned the motorbike in the direction of Kaberle  bhai  s state agency,  kabir bhai was  as usual present in his agency  , glimpsing him come kabir quickly git up and asked  how was he  , if he had happily settled in his new house  

Sitting down in a chair he explained all was  good and the house was  fantastic  but...

But what  kabir asked  looking at him 

Well something is  strange there a feeling of something not explicit 

Laughed out loud kabir  before  saying  they must enjoy life  and  ignore  unimportant matters 

And what exactly did kabir mean by  those matters  he asked surprised,  what matters were to be ignored as unimportant 

You have such a big beautiful house  what's your problem,  you seem to be a practical man,  find out more about rents around the area,  electricity bills water bills and  three phase  meters , cooking gas  all is easily available for you  yet you  are so ungrateful,  his tone was now  sharp 

He suddenly realized kabir was  nervous  though  he had said nothing against the house,  kabir looked very  worried so he explained he wasn't complaining 

Then what 

Nothing  and he came out,  kabir saw him leave but said nothing more 

He started his bike headed towards the market,  rukhsar had given a list of things,  when he reached home  with  shoppers rukhsar was very happy to tell him  someone had  come upstairs she heard furniture being moved through she couldn't see anyone 

Aina mashal

....the house in the first glance looked good surrounded with  a  large ground it was a double storey building,  the lawn was at the back yard,  mango lemon and other citrus  grew around it, there was a garage at the entrance  with a small green grassy patch next to it, the condition of the  trees and lawn they were not taken care of, the state agent said what a huge area it covered,  the rooms were airy spacious and  most interestingly on the both sides of the  location were  side streets  , people  had their  sides  sticking to neighbors  walls tightly  congested,  the two bedrooms  contained large  windows that opened into the back lawn for  ventilation,  television lounge and the drawing room,  store  and specially the kitchen were absolutely fantastic 

I think your mother will love the kitchen of all places softly whispered he into his son's ear, he declared he wanted what bedroom separately just for himself,  demands started to  unroll,  father glared where would other siblings live,  couldn't they take the room next to the study room,  make that the children's room,  they could argue over that later on first  they must see the whole house 

haqqdaar

...after the formal dinner  all came to sit down in the lounge gossiping pleasantly,  naman and nazya had come with their children from pindi to Lahore  where  nayman planned to spend their vacation in his family house there lived his widowed mother with her eldest married son and youngest daughter  faza, nayman had spent his first  year of married life with his wife in this house,  then he was posted to another town but they still had a room  exclusively to themselves that they occasionally occupied every time they were in Lahore,  bashri was elder to fatal and younger to nayman  had invited nayman and  nazya to dinner 

Bashri admired  bazta s suit lovingly,  nayman  was speaking to ahsan husband of Bashri  stopped to look at her waiting for nazta s answer who explained it was a birthday gift from her maternal family,  her brother and bhabhi always remembered her on all the occasions,  she spoke with an attitude and style  to nayman s great relief before turning attentively towards  ahsan again 

akhri padav

...it is said marriage is a laddu  who takes it regrets and who doesn't  also regrets,  the experienced experts say  it's better to have it because in both the cases  the result is regretted 

Ability  belonged to that tribe that believed  one must  firmly refuse to have the kaddu for self interest and to avoid experiencing bad things in life , whether good or bad one must lead his own life  peacefully,  ignore what the world wants from you,  actually the world  comes later on she had completely failed to explain her point to her father who was unable to understand her viewpoint and wanted her married off as soon as possible,  before her graduation was completed he had started to look  for a suitable match for her there was firstly traditional reason  second  reason was abortion had nobody else besides him for family , he wished to  see her settled in his life time